Fudge was laying on the bed grumbling last
night. Usually when he is disturbed he goes downstairs, but last night he
just growled every time anyone else fidgeted.
Over brekkie I watched the third episode of "Russian Doll"; it is a strangely
fascinating show despite not much actually happening. And with not much
happening on the Internet either I got myself organised and set off up the
road.
I was surprised at how much ice I had to scrape from the
car this morning, but with ice eventually scraped I drove to the co-op for some
granola bars, then off on a cross-country route to Pembury and work.
As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how
there are calls for changes to how the UK's foreign
aid budget is spent. Rather than dishing out money to do-gooders (which then ends up in the pockets of
the undeserving and the embezzlers) it has been suggested that the
money be spent on warships and the BBC World Service as that would better serve
those in need. I suppose it might do - I don't really know.
There was also talk about the so-called "blood scandal" of the 1980s
in which haemophiliacs were given contaminated blood products. Here's another
abuse of public money, surely? The only "scandal" is how much effort is being spent on raking this
all up. What happened in the 1980s has long been explained. In the UK
blood is donated and donor blood is scarce. In other countries blood donors are
paid, and so there is far more stuff available. Back when the "scandal" blew up the UK was
not able to manufacture anywhere near enough blood products to meet
demand, and so the stuff was (and is)
imported. Admittedly the stuff imported thirty-odd years ago was
contaminated, but it was contaminated with diseases not known to medicine at
the time. Can the victims of this realistically claim compensation for something
about which no one knew anything? Mind you, it seems odd that hundreds of
documents about the case have since gone missing.
Just as I got to work so my phone beeped. A new geocache
had gone live three miles down the road. I'd just driven near it. But I wasn't
going to mess about in rush-hour traffic. I went in to work and did my bit.
Things were rather fraught with the inspectors visiting today. Once I used to
lay awake at night fretting about such inspections. Not any more.
I did my bit. As I came home I had to brake sharply as I
drove out of Goudhurst. Some idiot driving a rather fancy car flew past me on a
blind corner. He then sped off up the road, but I caught up with him at the
traffic lights half a mile later. I then followed him for about ten miles or
so, watching him desperately trying to overtake the car in front of him. He
didn’t find himself on the wrong side of the road head on to an oncoming car *that* often.
I stopped off at B&Q to get some plastic boxes, then
came home. "er indoors TM" boiled up some dinner,
had a fight with her printer, and went bowling. I watched “SAS – Who Dares Wins” whilst I ironed some shirts, then put
undercrackers in to scrub whilst I sorted the Lego bargain that I got
yesterday.
I see that geocache still hasn’t had a First to Find logged…
I might go have a look in the morning before work. If I get up in time…
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